Hot knife pressed into flesh,
sharp knife slicing.
Thought maybe you needed a
physical translation
to see my pain.
But you have no empathy,
just sit detached
from the tears in my eyes,
the wounds on my body,
the knife in my heart.
Not human,
are you?
You wouldn't make even
the tiniest sacrifice
to keep me alive.
One white disc after another;
one, two, three...
forty-six codeine circles
to stop everything.
I thought that would be enough.
Devastated to awake,
vomiting my rage.
Then hospital,
waiting,
needles in my veins.
I should've died.
And now I wake up every day
wishing I was in a coffin
because you
can't love me.
Because you want her
more than me.
Because you took my heart
and all I got back
was lies and pain
and a death-wish.